I wander the corridors. The panic rises. I see the caretaker. He gives a smile I don't like and opens a door for me. He almost pushes me in. I realise two things. I am locked in a cupboard for the weekend. This is not a nightmare.
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I've had this nightmare before. I'm teaching a class. It is not going well. A pupil comes with a message that my car was being broken into. I rush out. It takes ages to find the car. I've forgotten where I left it. The car is fine. I'm not. I've lost my class.
I wander the corridors. The panic rises. I see the caretaker. He gives a smile I don't like and opens a door for me. He almost pushes me in. I realise two things. I am locked in a cupboard for the weekend. This is not a nightmare. Comments are closed.
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